Matching the Rhymes of Bak Hwango's Poems on His Southern Journey次韻朴還古南遊詩
雞林朴還古。好事奇人也。戊午二月。將遊漢水楊州之間。予與鵠城全履之。出餞於東郊之松巓。僕酒酣。走筆一篇。以贐其行。全履之亦和之。朴君以日暮未和。行至天壽寺。追和前篇三首。又於路上多著錄日。雜詩古律十餘首。抵沙平關。編爲一通以寄之。予與履之賞味不已。然亦因循未和。而朴已還矣。近因泥濘。杜門閑居。始得和成若干首。書以贈之云。
Bak Hwango of Gyerim is a man of rare sort, fond of a doing. In the second month of the Muo year he was about to roam between the Han River and Yangju, and so I and Jeon Ije of Gokseong went out to the pine ridge in the eastern fields to see him off. My wine being at its height, I ran my brush and made a piece to speed him on his road, and Jeon Ije answered it too. Bak, as the day had grown late, could not answer; going on he reached Cheonsu Temple, where he answered the earlier piece after the fact in three poems, and on the road besides he set down the days in many pieces — a dozen or so of old-style, regulated and miscellaneous poems. Reaching Sapyeong Pass he bound them into one roll and sent it to us. Ije and I did not cease savouring them, yet we too dawdled and did not answer, and Bak had already come back. Of late, because of the mire, I have shut my gate and lived at leisure, and only now have I managed to answer a few of them, which I write out and give him.
Interlinear notes 1
十一首○幷序
Eleven poems. A prefatory note is appended as well.
二月東都門。別我同心友。爲唱三疊詞。勸進一杯酒。平生男子心。烈膽大於斗。臨行效兒女。流淚惜分手。春風如有情。吹舞纖腰柳。是時全履之。傲兀居坐右。相將挽歸衫。似挹浮丘袖。何意飄飄雲。悠然戀舊岫。隨風忽歸來。肯復從吾不。約束更尋芳。桃花笑依舊。
At the gate of the Eastern Capital in the second month he parted from me, a friend of like mind. Singing the song of three refrains (三疊), I urged a cup of wine upon him. All his life a man's heart, with a fierce gall bigger than a peck, yet at the hour of leaving he took after women and children, shedding tears and grudging the parting of hands. The spring wind, as though it had feeling, blows the slender-waisted willows into dancing. At this time Jeon Ije sat haughtily in the seat at the right. Drawing one another on, we pulled at his departing jacket, as though we had caught the sleeve of Fuqiu (浮丘). With what mind does the drifting cloud calmly long for its old peaks? Following the wind he has come suddenly back — will he follow me again? We have promised to seek the blossoming once more, and the peach flowers laugh as of old.